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Sen. Enyinnaya Abaribe  KEMKA S. IBEJI  I woke to the social media being agog with the name of the refined and gentle lawmaker - Sen. Enyinnaya Abaribe. As soon as I was so greeted, I knew that the Ngwa born, calm and soft spoken, parliamentarian would have tickled the fabric of the national political engineering for a provoking and witty attention as characteristic of him. I went through the Facebook searching for what has actually happened. I could get some snippets of his submissions but they were not as detailed as I thought they should be. I made further foray of inquisition into Twitter. The issue was not trending on Twitter as I thought it should. I began to wonder if it was worth considering and if it is not one of those social media fake news. But a step further, I searched the name of the gentleman senator and I got an army of information. From the Twitter I got the full video of his interview with the Channels TV presenter Mr. Ladi. I took a seat to relish...

Eze Desmond Oguguo  Greatness is a charm It's deeply infectious Like wind it pervades And like the sun it blazes It is a sublime possession He was a history alive His gait was indeed amazing His words so hallowed And his stand was a worship Amongst the gods, he was prominent He was a demigod No one dared as he was feared Fierce in imagination But so human and humane Enemies of the land stood so far Pointing helplessly as the King mounted Mountain of a man His meek voice roared His gentility so fearsome As kids he was a deity As adolescents he was a gem As adults he was a model He was my friend He was my father He was my defender Truthful but vehemently diplomatic He was age mate across board He was indeed a King When my dream simmered I sought eye contact with greatness To the Delta I met Otubu In the land of Oduduwa I greeted a few and many There in the middle belt I shook great Unongo The Fulanis and Hausas we kept meeting In Efik lan...

The Fulanis simply have no place in Nigeria, they are just in Nigeria. They came in, spread and now own emirates with 1st class Chiefs across the northern Nigeria. The Fulanis are practically the most spread ethnic nationality currently in Nigeria and this record may well be found in the world if the present trend continues. They are also gradually coming down the Eastern Nigeria where they have already had a seat in Enugu which is the practical headquarters of the Southeast. This will further reduce the space of Ndị Igbo within the minute confines of the Southeast geopolitical zoning. The Fulanis are calmly spreading, expanding and dominating wherever they enter in Nigeria. They lead their cows and rams along the bushes and forests while establishing their domain and abode everywhere they touch their feet. These folks are planting their nation, culture and existence wherever they are or pass. In many places they have planted themselves in the past, they have now germinated. T...

After now, dear Lord I would throw these questions at you: Why have you turned the other way? Why don't you come down here anymore at night to rest? Why don't you speak with command in our time? Dear Lord, have you joined the league of our merciless leaders? After now, dear Lord I would throw these questions at you: Why have you forsaken us? Why can't there be peace in our land? Why do you now plead to brutish mortals? Dear Lord, have they bought you over with my country's juicy loot? After now, dear Lord I would throw these questions at you: Have you gone extinct? Have these worldly princes subverted your kingdom? Are you a religious creation to delude Mankind? Dear Lord, do you find delight in blood spilling? After now, dear Lord I would throw these questions at you: Should patience be considered a virtue where oppression thrives? Is it not cowardice to turn the other cheek in the face of mounting abuse? If we don't react, won...

'Ka, goddess of the first light and of muteness, fragile looking; stern minded You built intervening walls of granite against the soft whispers of the heart Though we both agreed such love was strange A stranger even, but that love is a winner and the determinant would be time Since time and love walk hand-in-hand You even said talk is free and most welcomed But action beyond those magnetic words were solely epileptic Do not suppose 'Ka that the strength of utter silence is greater than the gentle nudge of love While the Arietian fire burn in us- Opposites Both, at the extreme of the same star Bewitching force over our free choices Know also, silence is no feminine ornament That I never lit the fire, NEVER It began with a spark which I kindled In hope I have weaved poems from the depth of my heart; Commissioned the Best Man to recite my pledge but you did not listen Maybe you did When you graced fellow's invitation though drag-footedly with ...

Sign of the time ************* If I were you Shioba, I would hang myself. Shame is no tailored coat for the brave but you have no shame so you wander like truant for life. True blood does not stand in progress' way but you are not different from the betrayer, Peter. Peter's father had this bad blood in him too which made Isoma frown at such hopeless miscast, ekuru-eku bia remains a surface shame. Even now, you, them, the shamed pack dare not stare at my white eyes filled with audacious flame. The tiger's fur is his pride, struggle, his only recourse. He fights till the end; without retreating, without surrendering. Where do you stand; among the brave and sound; or in some low spot, some make-shift bar? Opportunists draw harvest where they did not sow; Not in my time- never- you would return with smashed baskets for I am the end to all beginnings. Shame is theirs who lack prowess, those subdued by a puppet with no guts. If I were you Shioba, I w...

Obiangaeri, i chetara n'aka ka igba bia nga m n'izizi; enweghi onye woro gi nri? i chetara n'ala gwuru-agwu n'ezi ebe anyi lere gi obia? Obiangaeri, i chetara na ndi oyi gi si anyi, 'anya saa, na agu-buu-onu ka i bu?' i chetara na anyi kwuru chim oge ha choro iji okwute tugbuo gi ka onye ohi? Obiangaeri, Ololo si na aha akporo ya ya efufe isi abughi aha ya, mere ojiri ji iwe wutuo n'osisi; ma i ghoonaghi nke gi, mere iji adakpu ala. Obiangaeri, i chetara na IKIRI ñuforo gi ara; i huru ka ejiri nwugbuo ya? Okwa onu a ijiri rikpo nri anyi ka iji eri nsi? Obingaeri, Obiara nga anyi biara ibiagbu anyi; Apari riri ihe aguru onu; Okaka n'amaghi na mbido na ogwugwu bu nwanne; Eze ohi n'amaghi na nchigbu na odida Kwu aga; Anumanu yiri ihe ejiri koo ya onu! By Comrade Reginald Ifeanyi Chiekezi 

Behold the great fall of mighty Olympus! Behold rumpled integrity aided by filth! Behold the blood-soaked hands of hate kicking like a mantis in-between an eagle's beak! 'Daura,' hades is that closed wall awaiting your reckless return; it's door, your armed zombies cannot slam. By Comrade Reginald Ifeanyi Chiekezi 

Without exception save rebels, in us live beaten men, men with dead penis'; dry stick for the campfire. Our steps are conditioned by crowd command; we anticipate silly outcome presented by fear. We fear to call an ant a poisonous insect lest we be stung at night; our faith offer us a frightening room where we hide from threat before us, too scared to redress our battered humanity. In our obstructed mindset, lies become truth, spelt by blind views. Not many of us will ask why; not many of us will challenge the status quo; or even shake our shackled hands in defiance; not for self but for the buds of humankind faced with annihilation: yet we are cursed by dumb loyalists, who go prostrating after the battle line is drawn. They call us, Comrades doomed to die because we refuse to drink from the well of hate; because we refuse to be cowed. From fear we die a million times before our actual gory death which cut deep into the night like today's firestorm...

Weakling ********** I have seen Benue, I have seen the blood stripes of IPOB at Aba, Umuahia, Enugu, Onitsha and Owere, Bloody and brutal. I have seen the bright faces of tommorow cut short in Kaduna. I have seen the tears of Zamfara and the conventional silence of protectors of lives and property I have seen diplomatic mutiny by these stinking heads and the hurried rush to sign foreign condolence register I have seen our base choices in vile pursuit; I have seen clowns expanding their base; I have seen them uprooting aboriginal seeds I saw all these but did nothing. All I did was wail and pray. I sat back, watched and cursed the cruel domineering hands, I did nothing. I sent the orgy scenes of blood for all to see, I did nothing. I made mockery of our weak kind, reminded them of how Rome was made sleepless by Sicilian revolt Though I cried, I put up no fight. Though my emotions were tensed, I was only a barking dog, a castrated pig. I did nothing By Co...

When my refrigerator broke down and money for repair was not close, my soup protested against constant heating, having lost it's leaf-green status to harsh stove light, I then sought for remedial relief. The poor in search of solutions fall prey easily; "half bread is better than none" he say's! The easiest move was to drag a refurbished fridge home, much cheaper than reviving my ailing own; it cooled but it had no doors, so the experienced supplier advised I place a curtain as it's lid. This is the portrait of one nation bound in freedom, peace and unity. Written by Comrade Reginald Ifeanyi Chiekezi 

Who you love, you chastise. So bear with me Ndiulo, Home has lost it's taste of serenity and love! Daughters of daylight, greetings! Your arrow beaks are not meant for fight. Ask Umuada, how they settled scores when men hid their manhood under loins. Sons of the day, I withdraw my salute! Your bloated muzzles, pumped with metal log and doll steroid are a weakling's game. Matchetes and guns are doom sticks, they have no bravery in them. Might is the mind's work groomed with disciplined will. Great achievement instills fear upon the weak whose only pride is slander, envy and hatred. Seek the road that leads to home! Sons-of-the-soil, do not emulate the wicked around you. They are dead- those men whose only recourse is to fight success and progress. Listen, they never grow. They make haven under skirts and seek counsel of parrots. Do not fight the empty and vile, their joy comes when you join them at the base. When men were men, where were they! They...

Reginald Chiekezi  Fellow hater's, we're winning. Peace to all men of good prayers: Listen, pray for your leaders, do not retort Good con-try men, remain civil. Patriots are known by silence. Pray your way out without complaints Opposition is unprogressive Hail Czar! Our newfound harm-ony 'll be sustained with hater's voice ... Dedicated sit-izens, enjoy the ride. We shall alight when the seats become hot. At the moment, it's cold, at worst warm. Reserve seats still available! By Reginald Chiekezi 

 I am grateful to God always in all my experiences. And for not being in this 9th National Assembly, I am most grateful God. To think of someone proposing the so called Anti Hate Speech as a Capital Offense? Offender to die by hanging? And that it (the proposed bill) passed 1st reading in the national assembly is the gravest animality of human experience and of all ages. We seem to have the most illiterate and irrational Legislature in our national history and the most barbaric and awkward lawmakers in the whole wide world. These folks are not worthy to make intersocial guide for monkeys. And to imagine that they are making laws for Nigeria is most horrifying thinking ever. I am afraid they don't seem to even know anything about morality and to see them legislating on the moral guide of the entire nation is the most unfortunate happening in historical Nigeria. Nigeria is bleeding to death on the kill of corruption and especially as perpetrated by these clowns of a legis...

It's unfortunate how our people play into the hands and plans of their acclaimed enemies yet cry for the position they find themselves. Agreed that Mazi Nnamdi Kanu and the IPOB movement have great importance in the defining of ndị Igbo in present day Nigeria, their play remains at the level of the concept of "nuisance value" in politics. We ndị Igbo needed that to situate themselves in the state of affairs in Nigeria. For the South-West to gain Nigerian Presidency in 1999, the Odua People's Congress (OPC) did the game of nuisance value for the Southwest. And we should not forget that the blood of their son MKO Abiola was part of the sacrifice. For the South-South to have an opportunity of the 13% derivatives and subsequently allowed a shot at the Presidency through Goodluck Jonathan, the Niger-Delta militants gave them the nuisance value. Today, Igbos of Southeast are behind the Southsouth in Nigerian politics. The South-South were our own minority in the Ea...

KEMKA S. IBEJI  Please I don't want to get confused. Please don't introduce crisis here. Please endeavor to avoid conflict in your engagement. I am wondering what will happen next. These and many more are commonplace statements we hear whenever someone is either in crisis or wants to avoid such. Many pray that you never encounter crisis in whatever you are doing. The way it has always been presented portrays crisis and wonder as something to avoid. In fact, in some fora it is treated as a plague. It indeed has caused some stir of reflection if this is a worthy belief or not. Few thinkers may have not bothered themselves about this but I think it is an important issue to be concerned about. Is wonder, crisis or conflict a curse? The concord implies that I conceive of the three words - wonder, crisis and conflict - as one and the same. It therefore means that within this frame they are interchangeable salva veritate (in the parlance of the WVO Quine). The view here ...

In my little study of philosophy, I came across these two concepts and they meant so much to me. I however, realized the importance of the duo as well. But going through experiences in life, it got me wondering how many people live their lives. It simply became obvious to me that many still do not understand those concepts. It made me appreciate once again the facts of knowledge. Like roads, means are routes that lead to your destination while, in this analogy, the end is the destination. In my argument here, let me put it clear that life has a goal. To get to this goal which an end, but to get to this goal we pass through means. We have also gone through the questions of what the goal of life is. Many schools of thought adduced many meanings to it. However, in the end they seem to be saying the same thing. Maybe our slight adumbration will help us a little here. On the question of the goal of life, it's answers were, in fact, to give meaning to life itself. Why do we live...

KEMKA S. IBEJI  Oh spirit of the good Thee that humiliate the wise Who in their minds' eyes are all else Arise in our nation and reign Possess our leaders that they may know Oh wisdom so high and noble Pressing down the mountains Even of those who knowledge intoxicate Take thee heed and come down here Those who ran away return They that sent you off desire you home Our leaders poison their lordsdom They pride otherwise in serfdom Their sights're blurred than blindness They discern nothing except nothing Throwing away lordship for servitude Trashing freedom and living slavish Why die in a strange land ye sons of Africa? Why do worship thou thy haters? Why pray at the feet of these strange gods? Whither comes thy salvation? Never thither where your foes litter Not hither where lay their friends Not even in the sounds of their melody Wilth thou see peace Why not wake and work Walk the paths that lead to your being Being same with all in humanity ...

It may sound like a fairy tale but it is the truth. Only a few persons who know this secret and have kept it have remained successful in keeping the value of their wealth intact. If you wish to also be wise as the very few successful persons as described above, you can follow this revered information. Many years in the past, One Naira (#1) was exchanged for about Two US Dollars ($2) or more. Sometime in 1988, Shortbread was sold for Twelve Naira (#12) but today it's sold for a Thousand Naira (#1,000), if not more. Few years ago, a Plot of land in Lekki was selling for Two Hundred Thousand Naira (#200,000) or less while estate agents and property managers begged people to buy. Today, if you are able to get same plot of land in Lekki for Thirty Million Naira (#30,000,000), you will definitely hurry up to deal. Of course, you wouldn't have kept your Naira in Dollars since then to conserve the worth. You also wouldn't have bought all the Shortbread then to resell t...

A certain man from Mbaise once had a daughter called Uloaku. He cherished his daughter that he could do anything to make sure she doesn't lacks the basics of life. Nna anyị Akondu was however not strong in his finances. He barely could afford so much as to keep his family fed. He struggled hard to be sure he could, at least, provide for the pride of his household. When he decided that Uloaku must go to the university, it was to all around him a chase for the impossible and a cutthroat decision. However, Nna anyị Akondu received the blisters of his choice but could tell the story of his success alive. Uloaku indeed graduated top of the class and retained the honor of her father Nna anyị Akondu. No sooner than she graduated from the university, a young gentleman came to ask her hand in marriage. Already, the young man was fed replete by the story of the exorbitant price of brides in Mbaise. He nevertheless could exchange anything to have Uloaku as, for him, she was everythi...